"Good morning, sir. Is that it?"
I hand over my padded envelope with a pre-printed return label on it. "Yep, that'll do it."
"Anything corrosive, reactive, flammable or perishable in here?"
"Nope, just returning a bunk online purchase for a replacement."
"Any batteries?"
"Nope."
"...you sure?" he says, hefting the weight of the package in his hands, cocking an eyebrow at me. It was at this point in our exchange that the brief but excitable thought of leaping across the counter to throttle the skeptical postal employee came and went like so many other daydreams. 'Eye contact - he's looking to see if you're lying.'
"YES SIR, PRETTY SURE OF IT."
Beep, package scanned. Have a nice one, buddy. Ol buddy ol pal. Call me a liar...
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